So it ended at around 5pm something and I went back home, arriving at Wangsa Maju PUTRA station at around 7.30/7.45 I guess. Decided to just walk back home since the T302 bus that is so inefficient would not budge until only God knows how many hours later (I won't wait for 30-35 minutes just for that bus to start moving if I can reach home in just 20 minutes by walking.)
Never had I felt so terrified as I was this evening.
When I reached the sundry shop area after crossing the road from Jusco Wangsa Maju straight to the neighbourhood of Sri Rampai, the road, as usual dark-lah, night time what, what do I expect le?
When I walked past the shop I saw a bunch of guys talking together, enough to give me that feeling of suspense. Even the slightest laughter from them left me fearing of being cornered or whatever at that road full of parked cars, with not so many people, or to be frank, no other soul walked there, they drive and ride on a bike or bicycle. Maybe if it's Thursday, more souls could be seen since there'll be the pasar malam.
So I walked and walked, silently muttering the Ayat 9 Surah Yaasiin, that ayat is used to protect us from any bad intention from other people, so that they would not really see us lah if they plan to do something bad. If they didn't have any bad plan, they can still see us like ordinary people lah.
But please don't forget this important element, no matter how vigorously you chant that ayat under your breath, please let your heart fully surrendered to Allah begging for His mercy and protection from bad stuffs and bad guys.
I walked past the school, only to find some people working at the construction in the dark, no lights okay. I wonder what work were they doing but I appear like no big deal. And just walked like it's the most natural thing to encounter. I guess lah, because I don't feel any tension in my face muscles that indicating I'm doing a sad or scared face. Crossing the final road made me calm down a bit, because there were some people outside of their house, with little kids, and the lane just next to my house's so felt kinda safe le.
Arrived home, safely and soundly. Alhamdulillah.
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Moral of the story:
If you're a girl, please don't act as if you're so independent and don't need to call on anyone to fetch you and stuffs. You might be thinking you don't want to burden them but what if anything happens to you? Wouldn't your loved ones regret your *tak-nak-menyusahkan-orang* attitude and wished time could be turned back and that you won't be such a dumbass for not calling your family to help, especially when it is already dark.
With all the kidnap and kill cases, rape and whatnot, it is very risky to think that you are always safe. No matter for how long have you been scampering around KL and Bukit Bintang the evil place, today, there is no assurance that you will return home safely as you did yesterday.
So please, call your family to pick you up when you feels like the journey is a bit too lonely, tak kisahlah jauh ke dekat. You family would appreciate that so very much. If it happens that they can't come and fetch you, call any friend that you could trust, not some twerp that you came to know through Facebook/Twitter whatsoever online craps. Call school friends, ex-colleagues at the mall or simply, just wait for 35 minutes for that inefficient bus. That is far better than having to walk alone in that uncertain place.
Remember, no matter how familiar you are to the place, you can never be sure.
After all, you're a young girl...I'll stop there for you to make sense of it for yourself.
This is a reminder for everyone out there, especially young females that always think they are so steadfast and independent. Including me, which actually translated to 'especially me'. (LOL so self-centered)
Safety first, sayang. :)
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